Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! Ask Ukitake-taichou or Ichimaru-taichou. They both assume I own nothing, so because I have nothing, they give me their bodies as compensation. Usually between themselves, at which time I watch carefully from the end of the bed/table/sparring bench and drool. They're so kind to me. ;;
Warnings: Man schmex, adult language, possible angst of the Abarai variety. And…an odd little quirk at the end of the chapter that is borderline bestiality. No description, just a work safe mention of an incident that happened at an earlier time. Please bear with me. I'm not normally this perverted.
Notes: I'm loving the reviews, people. Keep them coming. Each time I log in and see new ones, it makes me want to continue with the updates. Special thanks to those reviewers who seem to enjoy my Ichimaru/Ukitake pairing. They're lovely, aren't they? Such beautiful light-haired men. Thanks for loving them as well. -gives silvery luff-
"Ahh…Kuchiki-taichou…you're in for one hell of an afternoon…"
The darker-haired shinigami gave another loving squeeze to his procurement, causing Renji to gasp sharply for the last time, his hands moving swiftly to Byakuya's hands, holding them out and above his head as he again leaned forward, his teeth showing in a wicked grin. With a slow rotation of his hips, the pony-tailed swordsman had the elder man groaning softly but insistently, little resistance coming from his trapped state.
"Byakuya, Renji. Please don't make me end this now because you're disobeying a simple order."
A chuckle and a hard downward force upon his wrists gave the cherry blossom master an insight into the mood his subordinate was now in, the hot breath on his ear giving him goose bumps as well as an aching within, his body dying for contact with someone after years of abstinence.
"Hai, Byakuya. But there's not much chance of you dominating me in this sort of situation. I'm sure my attitude towards wanting someone…this way…wasn't mentioned to you by your little sister."
Renji purred deeply and nipped at the captain's ear before sitting up again and moving to stand, his hands moving quickly as he divested himself of the rest of his clothes, only pausing for a second before kneeling and starting in on the other's as well. Once aroused, the redhead was loathe to loiter, so with little effort and less time, he had his sempai undressed and writhing from his generous but teasing touches.
The blush on the captain's face forced a surge of blood to Renji's groin and he moaned out loud at the sight, dropping a hand to stroke himself as if out of habit, the flesh responding by throbbing powerfully in his palm.
Wasting no time, Renji took his hands from himself and ran them lightly over the exposed body of his soon to be lover, ghosting across the tight pectorals and flicking the flat nipples with his thumbs, softly feeling along the man's smooth sides before both drifted to the center of the other's being, gently wrapping around the firm, flushed shaft and giving it a light squeeze, enjoying the strangled gasp and buck of slim hips it caused.
He smirked and lowered his head while shifting to be somewhat more comfortable, his tongue peeking out from moistened lips to lap at the warm head of Byakuya's cock, swiping across it and then slithering his entire mouth over it and taking the rest in with one fell swoop.
To the now slightly inexperienced captain, Renji's ministrations were absolute heaven, something he had neglected to enjoy while with his wife, her hatred of the more personal sexual encounters driving Byakuya to his own hand most times in the past, her devotion and undying love otherwise causing him to see past her declination of being touched intimately. With shaking hands, the young Kuchiki buried his fingers in the other's hair and tugged the tie from the well formed ponytail, wanting to feel the silky strands and certain that the younger man wouldn't object to it.
His grunts and whimpers seemingly coaxing Renji on, Byakuya breathed heavily and started to buck his hips, licking at his dry lips and whispering softly, curses about his inability to hold himself back any longer and a sharply uttered curse to the gods for his insolence slipping past from his tortured body. Less than a minute later, amidst a groan that could have been from pain but wasn't, the Kuchiki heir released himself within the warm cavern, shivering each time Renji's tongue lapped across the oversensitive head.
He breathed deeply and then sighed out loud, draping his right arm over his eyes.
"R..Renji-kun…where did you learn to do such a disgusting thing? Certainly not from your classmates at the Academy…"
The vice-captain smirked and licked his lips again, giving his right thumb a lick because of the tiny amount of ejaculate that rested in its side, slowly slipping himself between Byakuya's legs as he parted them.
"Living on the street gave me a good idea of what people wanted when they were interested enough. I can't say I've never done it before, but that was probably one of my better performances."
Byakuya blinked and smiled slightly, pulling his legs back even further to open himself to the larger man, his arms again draped over his head as he left himself out to be looked at, unashamed of his body and still keeping his eyes on the body of his subordinate, a broad expanse of light scars and well formed muscles, the tattoos still catching his eye each time he took a peek.
"Sou ka. I will not ask for an explanation then. I'll say that I am pleased with what you did for me though. It was most appreciated."
He rolled his hips languidly, forcing his still semi erect member against that of the other, feeling the delightful hardness press back, Renji biting back a moan as he swelled even further. It would have been nearly a year since Renji's last encounter with someone other than the occasional girl that had caught his eye, only a one time fierce coupling and he was loathe to mention that he had experienced more thrill during that short time than he had with anyone else to date, something the redhead figured he would never forget, even if he tried.
Growling under his breath, Renji leaned down and kissed the other firmly, purposely forcing his tongue within the hot space and licking at Byakuya's tongue, fisting his hands in the elder man's hair as he pulled the kenseikan from the soft fluff, straightening it all out as it should naturally fall. He pulled away slightly breathless, his cock feeling sticky against the other's as its clear fluid dribbled forth, his need mounting with each additional minute. He shifted back and gave himself another few strokes, looking around as if searching for something.
"Naa, Byakuya? Do you have anything out here to…ano…you know…ease this a bit?"
The reclined shinigami pointed to his robes, a small bottle of scented oil inside one of the hidden pockets, tucked there for his hands, which became dry after being outside for too long in the warm sun. Renji searched and found it happily, uncorking the bottle and giving it a sniff, the scent making him lightheaded as it overwhelmed his senses.
"Ahh, arigato…"
He sat back on his heels and dribbled the cool liquid onto himself, keeping the pouring hand clean as the other became slicked with the substance, firmly stroking it along his length and shivering as it dripped down along his sac, tickling the soft hairs there before he scooped it up and added it to his already wet cock. After setting the bottle down on a level rock beside himself, the red-haired swordsman capped it and ran his first two coated fingers along the cleft of Byakuya's rear end, viciously forcing them inside as he found it hard to hold himself back.
A grunt of pain and a shift of slim hips told him that the elder man was indeed discomforted by the action, a small victory for the somewhat put down swordsman, an easy bit of revenge for being tossed to the ground so many times in the last few weeks. Renji wriggled the slim digits inside the tight hole and lowered his body enough to gently kiss the captain this time, purposely being more gentle than he truly felt, wanting the elder Kuchiki to enjoy his touches, not look upon them with contempt.
He removed them once there seemed to be less resistance and with that hand on his cock and the other on the ground beside Byakuya's head, the pony-tailed shinigami pressed himself up to the soft pink portal and entered, gritting his teeth against the onslaught of absolute pleasure, one so strong that he swooned again, a faint blocked by sheer force of will. His partner grimaced and inhaled deeply, spreading his legs slightly further before lifting his hands to bury themselves in Renji's hair, pulling the younger man down so they could be touching as much as possible as the redhead now held himself up with both hands, fully seated within the tight space.
"Ahh…Bya…Byakuya…gods…"
The tattooed sword master gasped, licking his lips before pressing them against the other's, sealing them together as he pulled himself back from the warm surface of the captain's ass and then claimed it again, thrusting deeply and earning himself a sharp cry from the normally silent taichou. He gritted his teeth against the obvious tightening of the abused passage and slowed nearly to a stop, feeling himself becoming far too aroused and worried about an accidental release.
Having been the dominant in his past relationships, the regal Kuchiki heir was unable to contain his cries and grunts of pain at the unusual sensation, his hands gripping far too hard in the vice-captain's hair, Renji's growls of arousal mingling with light snarls of pain, disliking the pain of having his hair torn out by a zealous lover. Angrily, he pulled away, sitting back on his knees as he bodily pulled his sempai up into a sitting position, his cock driving further into the slim form as the man's weight came down upon it, his arms latching themselves around the redhead's neck as he clung on for dear life.
With each subsequent upwards thrust, Renji missed that delightful spot inside the elder man's body, purposely rolling his hips for the last few and striking it dead on, something that required more skill than he thought he possessed. It resulted in a beautiful change in the dark haired shinigami. His face flushed darkly and his mouth hung open as he panted, his fingers gently curling in the soft hairs at Renji's neck, his cock giving powerful throbs each time he was poked in that special way. He knew the end was near when he could feel himself tensing up and with a low but incredibly erotic moan, Byakuya surrendered himself to the younger man and released, pouring his seed between them in short bursts, shivering lightly as it tickled at his overheated skin.
Renji meanwhile, was lost in his own senses, the scent of the other's release thick in his nose and the cries of ecstasy adding fuel to the fire before he tossed his head back and held the smaller form down upon his lap tightly, snapping his hips in a most violent fashion as he emptied into the willing body, feeling himself slip out as he became flaccid, the telltale dribble of precious fluids following right behind.
He was a gentle man when the time called for it but he was a rough and tumble lover, his arms sliding up Byakuya's back to cradle him as he set him down upon the soft ground, removing himself from between his legs and fetching his clothes, suddenly desperate for a bath but not because he was disgusted, simply dirtied.
"A…ano…I.."
A slight rustle and Byakuya was on his feet, already slipping his kimono on overtop of his soiled body, forgoing the pants so that they wouldn't become ruined by his bodily fluids, the top part of the outfit much more easily cleaned than the latter. He bent over gingerly and with a slight frown scooped up the tea items, ignoring the fact that they hadn't even gotten the chance to enjoy it, giving a light tip of his head towards the main house.
"If you would like to bathe Renji-kun, the facilities are inside. Please, feel free."
"Aa…hai. Arigato."
Renji figured that because he had time off anyway, he could lounge for a short while in the man's bath and then go back home, intent on spending the next two days practicing with his zenpakutou, working on the more power heavy techniques and hopefully mastering them.
He picked up his own clothes and followed the already stepping away captain, enjoying the sight of his bare feet, as if any section of nude skin on the nobleman were a point of arousal, his own kimono quickly tossed over his shoulders and tied closed, if only for modesty's sake.
"Are you going to be joining me, Byakuya? I wouldn't mind seeing you in the buff a little more."
Renji chuckled as he slid his way back into the cool bedroom, dropping his clothes where he was instructed to and hurrying to catch up to the swiftly walking captain, inhaling deeply of the lightly scented mist in the baths, sliding the screen closed behind himself before taking a seat on the closest stool and starting his pre-wash.
There was no denying the attraction the redhead felt towards the elder man and his eyes roamed needlessly as he scrubbed with a warm cloth, working more diligently on the substance coating his belly, a blush rising in his cheeks as he saw the cherry blossom master doing the same, as well as washing his more intimate places with some care. He laughed softly and picked up a bottle labeled as soap, pouring a small amount into his palms and rubbing it through his damp hair, moving fast to rinse it back out before the suds ran into his eyes.
Washed already but waiting for his subordinate, Byakuya turned slightly and watched the larger form as he finished up, again eyeing the tattoos with interest. He could see the few on the boy's back now and noticed that they were mirrored on both sides and from front to back, a definite pattern but they were far too bold to be the form of tattoos men had done to their own bodies. Normally a true black mark will fade to a duller shade after being more than a year or so old and though these looked fresh, they were healed. He cleared his throat and stood, holding his hand out to the other screen that barred their way into the largest of the rooms.
Obedient as always, Renji hefted himself off of the stool after setting things neatly back the way they had been and followed his new lover, certain that that was what they were now, since no man would normally allow the other person from a simple romp stay for a bath. He stared when he finally came into the tiled room, giving a low whistle and immediately stepping into the deep pool, hissing as the hot water came into contact with his somewhat chilled skin, the water in the first room being much lower in temperature than what he was currently sitting in.
"Ahhh…this is so nice. I'm kinda jealous, Byakuya. I don't have a bathroom nearly this luxurious…"
The kenseikan decorated shinigami slid himself in on the far side and spread his legs as he settled onto the underwater bench, smiling broadly at the man's lack of etiquette, indicating that the loudmouthed swordsman was finally comfortable with him.
"It's a benefit of being part of a noble family, Renji-kun. This land has been in my family for generations. I can hardly remember a time when there were any fewer then ten of us living here. With the exception of myself and Rukia now."
Renji nodded and dipped his head back, lifting his hair to sit outside of the water now that it was clean, his arms draped up over the rim of the sunken tub, one line of black on each bicep as well as one on each shoulder, a wide space between them no doubt waiting to be filled with more. Byakuya bit his tongue and did the impossible, betting his curiosity against himself as he asked what had been niggling at him since that afternoon.
"Renji-kun. Your tattoos. Are they manmade, as in, created purposely by someone? Or have they come about…due to other means? They are quite intriguing."
The usually pony-tailed fighter flinched slightly and lifted his head from its reclined position, slowly peering at his arms and then his chest and belly, his right hand moving over to lightly trace along the set above his navel.
"They're not just tattoos. They're a…mark, of ownership of sorts. They belong to Zabimaru."
Of course Byakuya had heard the name of the boy's zenpakutou before and his eyes went wide at the mention of ownership, blinking rapidly as he digested the odd information.
"They belong to your zenpakutou? Are they shared marks? Does Zabimaru also carry such body art? How did they come to be on your body?"
The young Kuchiki was beside himself with curiosity but it seemed his young lover was easily giving up the answers, albeit somewhat gratingly, his teeth clenched after hearing the last question.
"They were put on me during my first encounter with him. His…divine form, is an ape with a snake for a tail. They're two different personalities and they're both very…dominant. I guess each sword has its own method of becoming one with its new master. Zabimaru's was a more intimate battle. One of body more than mind."
It took less than a second for the brilliant sakura wielder to realize what the other man meant, his face nearly frozen in a grimace of disgust. He switched back to the ever revered taichou mode and sat up more regally in the steaming water, not upset with what had happened earlier in the day and then being hit with such a realization, so much as horrified for the young vice-captain. There were odd ways for the creatures to procure their new masters but this was certainly one of the more taboo forms and though he considered himself well read on the subject, Byakuya balked at the mere idea of it.
"Renji, are you telling me that those marks were put on you following a sexual encounter with your zenpakutou when it was in its avatar form?"
The matter-of-fact way Byakuya said it hurt the suddenly quiet shinigami and he nodded, idly scratching at the ones on his chest, their slithery shapes itching for some unknown reason, the feeling coming from all sides as he blinked, noticing that the marks on his chest slowly filled in another two inches, creeping towards those below his shoulders, both sides seemingly eager to meet up with each other.
"Hai. It was the only way for me to properly take in his power. Bankai will be the next stage in the relationship between us."